• Hi, I’m Blair.

    A sweet Southern girl. Married 4+ years to a devilishly handsome man. Harrison est. October 14, 2009. Miscarriage survivor. Reflux warrior. Battling postpartum depression. Working mom that drinks entirely too much caffeine in the morning. Over-sharing extraordinaire. Hates celery & liars. Loves chocolate chip cookies & to-do lists. "Blair" is my pen name.
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I am selfish.

Sometimes, I forget my husband. I forget that my husband has fears & doubts & worries.  Partly because I see him as a pillar of strength, the unwavering head of our family.  Mostly because I can’t remove my head from my ass long enough to consider him. & that’s just awful. I forget that he’s [...]

Something left, aka where I’m Thankful on a Thursday for The Bloggess.

On Friday night, I met the Bloggess at her pink typewriter as she wrote out witty sayings, observations, & predictions for the bloggers lined up in front of her.  I was her last.  & she wrote: I have nothing left. After four hours of typing, observing, & fawning fans, she had nothing left.  & I [...]

I’m committing to losing a 9-month-old.

After a week like last week (down four pounds!) I’m a little miffed to see the scale not moving this week, even though it could be expected.  & I realized – I need a new goal.  A specific, hard-number goal. It was so easy to drop the baby weight & then the Harpie weight.  They [...]

Manuevering Motherhood.

Motherhood. It’s different in different stages. Nothing ever stays the same.  Ch-ch-ch-changes. I’m tired. Hell, I don’t know what to write.  When Sarah & Kit & I began discussing a progressive post, aka a post that started in one blog & continued in the others, I got tingles down to my toes about the possibilities [...]

You’re pretty.

I really do have the sweetest husband alive. Last night, we crawled into bed.  I wore a grungy old ADPi tshirt from college, a pair of his boxers, with zit cream & lime-green rollers in my hair (HEY, DON’T JUDGE MY NOD TO 1950, OKAY?!) & he leaned over to kiss me.  “Babe,” he said.  [...]

Rock bottom.

I went for a walk tonight.  I had such a good day today emotionally that I just knew I had to walk for therapy.  So I hit the pavement at twilight with the cool air & setting sun.  My iPod was dead.  It was a blessing to just hear my breathing & padding footsteps. & [...]

Great Expectations.

As a blogger/writer/whatever you want to call me as long as it’s nice, I get a lot of inspiration from other bloggers.  What they say, what they’re feeling.  When they’re strong enough to step forward, it oddly gives me a sense of strength.  & AllisonO hit the nail on the head of something that’s been [...]

Maybe this is why I love the movie Pleasantville?

I know, it’s been awhile since I’ve written something of quality.  It’s not that I haven’t had a million thoughts running through my head, it’s just finding the time & frame of mind to sit down & write.  If there’s one thing I’ve discovered, it’s that having a newborn escalates every task to take twelve [...]

This morning, my heart completely stopped.

Which is a rational reaction when you wake up at 6:30am on a Saturday, roll over & snuggle your husband, murmuring “Thanks for taking night duty, babe. I really needed the sleep.” and he rubs his bleary eyes & says, “What are you talking about?” My heart stopped. My entire world stopped. Because I realized [...]

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

I’m not ready. I should be ready, right? I’ve had 9 months. In some ways, I’ve had longer since I’ve been pregnant all but 6 weeks in the past year. I SHOULD BE READY. But I’m not. I’m not ready to walk away from work. I’m not ready to give up quiet nights with Nate. [...]